Nothing but a mudpie
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Wrapped up inside with a pretty bow
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Nothing but a castle built on top of strong, but quicksand
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And inside these cardboard walls and saran wrap windows
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Lies a rustly pot of fool's gold
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That you got with your life
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Are you tired (blah blah) on loyalty
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Are you tired self to act like royalty
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Until the day you became the prey
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As you tripped over your red carpet
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You wash your hair in that luca oil
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Then you wrap your head up in tin foil
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Prance around in your bathroom
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Pretending you're a king
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Just spin me home
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Sinking faster now
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Well you can follow your rainbows
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And I will follow the sun now
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Wherever he goes
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It's not too far to run
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So I will follow the sun
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Follow the sun
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Nothing but a calendar hanging on your wall
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That's 23 years old
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Nothing but a for sale sign on a house
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That's already sold
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Trying to chew through that
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Chocolate covered barbed wire
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Cause they're among the beautiful filth
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Waiting for you on the other side
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Just spin me home
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Sinking faster now
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Clever lives end up rusty and forgotten
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Brilliant minds end up with Alzheimer's
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What I thought was so deep ended up so hollow
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And what I thought had meaning
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Ended up so shallow
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Mudpie
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Lifehouse |